Sera's Pov
Riven set it up himself. A small room beside his formal meeting space, dim, quiet, with a long panel of glass set into the wall that looked like a mirror from the other side.
"You'll hear everything," he said, before he left to greet her. "See everything too. I want you watching. I want you to know exactly what we're dealing with."
"You don't have to do that," I said.
"I know I don't." He paused at the door, looking back at me, his hand resting on the frame. "I'm doing it anyway. You deserve to see her with your own eyes, not just hear about her secondhand."
I stood close to the glass once he was gone, my arms folded tight against my chest, my heart beating faster than I wanted it to. The room smelled faintly of old wood and dust, and somewhere behind the wall I could hear
